Moonspear [M] It's all your fault, you called me beautiful

She growled, low and deep, and flared her hackles beneath these touches. Teeth on her scruff served as a welcome distraction, especially since there was an initial vague unease coming from being mounted. She reasoned it stemmed from her not usually being one to belong on the bottom of.. well, most things and her lips curled back because of it. But with a little shifting, namely rounding out her back and arcing a raised neck towards his grasp, she adjusted enough of her weight (and some of his) to help ease her. Now that she's more comfortable, she finds a new greedy impatience taking over quickly -- the next move is his.